Page 167 of Butter My Biscuit

“Great!” I say, throwing my hands in the air, just like I do every single time he tells me that.

I no longer have to hide kissing or touching him. Now, I get to live my fairy tale with this perfect man.

He climbs down first and holds his arms out just in case I fall. But he doesn’t have to catch me this time.

I make it to the ground, and soon, I see Remi pushing open the back door of the house, meeting everyone in the backyard again. Two minutes later, Cash follows. Harrison meets my eyes.

“Make it seven,” he says, and I chuckle.

“She’s fucked,” I mutter, swiping a glass of champagne from the table.

Then, we go to the dance floor and dance with Kinsley, and we sing with London. She laughs into the microphone.

“Oh my God, there you two are,” she yells.

Harrison keeps his hand on my waist.

“Sorry, we had to take care of something,” he tells her.

And I burst out laughing, then glance back at my husband.

Just as the song changes, he pulls me in, and we slow dance. And for a brief moment, we’re in Hawaii again, toes in the sand, but this time, I don’t run away.

Summer and Beckett dance beside us. Harrison and I have kept their secret, and still, Summer doesn’t know that we know. We won’t tell either. We promised each other.

“Thanks for setting up the cake tasting, Grace. Seriously, the chocolate was to die for.”

Beckett laughs. “Yeah, I can’t believe it’s happening so quickly.”

“What is?” Harrison asks.

Summer shakes her head, but chuckles when Beckett groans. It’s become a running joke where he acts like he doesn’t remember they’re getting married in less than two weeks, even though he’s the best man. He’s already been fitted for a tux, and he’s hella excited for his brother. I find it cute how they’ve always teased each other. It’s just how the Valentines are.

Emmett marches across the grass, and I can tell he’s pissed.

“You’re an asshole,” he says to Harrison when he’s closer. “I just went to get something out of my truck. Dickhead.”

“I know.” He chuckles. “I’m sorry. Just wanted to get a rise out of you ’cause I miss ya. That’s all.”

Emmett’s expression softens. “I know. Sorry, man. I’ve been traveling a lot, and Dad is working my ass off.”

“You can always come join us at Horseshoe,” he tells him as we sway together.

“You two are cute,” he says.

“Mainly her,” Harrison tells him.

Emmett flashes him that Valentine smirk. “You know what Dad said about poaching his employees.”

Harrison laughs. “Just think about it. We’re a lot more fun. Now, I’m gonna go back to dancing withmy wife.”

Then, he spins us around and captures my lips again.

“This feels like home,” I whisper in his ear.

“And there ain’t no place like it,” he says, placing a kiss on my neck. “Let’s go back to Hawaii. And do it right.”

“You mean it?” I pull away, asking.

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